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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in our 
story.  Any similarities to real people (contributors excepted) are purely 
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are 
pure fantasy; the author's are keen to state that in reality adult sexuality 
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this 
story to fall in to the hands of minors.

(C) Esu et al 2005


* * *

Those Were the Days - joint challenge (MF, ROM, HUMOR)

* * *

Day 4

Yotna continues:

Morning dawned. Yawning, I wandered up to the bridge as today we were
to dock at Lisbon. I had heard this was one of the finest harbours to
sail into and I didn't want to miss a moment. I swung back the door
and smiled at Laurent.

"Have you been here all night Laurent?"

"No," he laughed an easy laugh "I took early watch today - I love
sailing into Lisboa."

"It's as good as they say then?"

"One of the best in Europe Yotna, and I have seen most of them."

"How long before we arrive?"

"05:45 now, first sight about six-thirty..."

I yawn lustily and consider going back to bed and snuggling up to Esu
for a while. Before I can decide someone enters the bridge. The female
steward waltzes in with a silver tray adorned with a large, steaming
coffee pot.

"Good morning Laurent, Captain. Coffee is served for the early birds."

Her sultry French accent washed over me like a warm Mediterranean
wave, I gaze longingly at her olive-skinned hand. My eyes ran up her
slim arm and settled on her oval, perfect, tanned face. I was in love,
well in lust at least. Her lips quivered in recognition of my
interest; I felt sure she must be used to male interest. She winked,
spun on her heel and swayed out of the bridge, the room seemed to
darken.

"Wow, you sly dog Laurent - no wonder you take the early watch - she
is stunning!"

"Oh, I don't know it is difficle - um, difficult for me to judge..."

"Why, I know you don't bat for the other side. Surely she heats your
blood a little?"

Laurent laughed long and hard.

"No, Captain, my bat is usually reserved for the women; long lonely
voyages excepted. The girl, Elna, She is my soeuette- how do you say -
little sister? Yes, she is my little sister."

"Oh, sorry. I spoke a bit out of turn then."

"Don't worry, mes ami, I am used to men fawning over her. The seabirds
- they like to follow the trawler."

"Very philosophical Laurent, spoken like a true Frenchman." I slap a
hand on the first mates solid shoulder.

"Yotna, look..." Laurent raises a long straight finger.

I gaze out of the bridge, and drink in my first sight of Lisbon. We
entered the channel of the Targus River; its wide banks were steeply
slanted and covered with picturesque white stone buildings. It was a
wonderful vista. The morning sun tinged the white walls with a warm
glow, elegantly echoed by burnt amber roof tiles. Then I saw the
amphitheatre, scooped deeply into the green hills.

"Wow," I chuckle, "My second wow, and all before seven in the morning.
This place is superb."

"I said, did I not, Captain."

"You did, you certainly did Laurent!"

I stood alongside the mate, as he piloted the Fantasy expertly into
the scenic port. Once we had finally docked and secured the vessel I
bade farewell to Laurent, and headed towards my breakfast. Hopefully
today I would be eating rather than wearing it. My short trip was
halted by a cry from the galley; I recognised the sound of pain from a
familiar voice. When I raced into the galley Elna stood stiffly at the
small sink, the faucet tinged with red.

"Merde! I am a fool, sacre bleu..."

"Here, let me," I say.

"Oh, non, it's nothing - except my stupidity."

"Look, Elna - that's deep - let me help, please."

"OK, as you insist."

I dried her trembling hand, covered the gash with some dressing strips
from the well-stocked first aid box, and finally bound it in a crepe
bandage. From nowhere I felt the desire to kiss her now pale fingers,
and overriding my years of conditioning; my lips descended and touched
her flesh.

"Oh my, I'm sorry I shouldn't have..." I apologised.

"Now don't become English again. I like you continental." Elna teased.

"Ah, our stuffiness precedes us once more." I laugh.

"Well, my shift finishes in a couple of hours, I could dispel your
stuffiness then - If you would like?"

"Oh, I would like Elna, I would like very much..."

                                 * * *

I ate a hearty breakfast, and chatted with our guests before nipping
back to the cabin. Esu was dressing for breakfast.

"My, you were up early -- for once!" She teased.

"Yup, and for once, I can say you missed the best part of the day. The
approach into Lisbon harbour has to be seen to be believed."

"Really, are we there already?"

"Love, the boat has stopped moving..." I smile.

"Oh, yeah... Silly me."

I skilfully dodge the hurled pillow, and rugby tackle Esu, pinning her
to the bed.

"Hey last night was good, fancy a repeat performance?" I ask,
hopefully.

"Well I would, but the coach arrives to take us into the City at
twelve, what time is it now?"

"Still early, it's only 7:45..." I raise an eyebrow quizzically.

"Look I'm half-dressed, let me get some breakfast and talk to the
others about this evening. When I come back, you might get lucky. Are
you coming into Lisbon today?"

"I'd like to, but there's something on board that needs my attention."

"Oh yes... And what's her name?"

I laugh.

"May be, just may be - you know me too well. Elna and she works in the
galley. She offered to help me loose my stuffiness..."

"As long as you keep your stiffyness!"

Esu reached down and tweaked my semi-hard-on.

"Hey that was a bit rough!" I protest, playfully.

"Next time tell me up front."

"Yes, Ma'am, will do Ma'am. I stand corrected."

"As I say, just as long as you stand." Esu chuckles.

"Now let me up you brute, I'm hungry."

"Your word is my command as always Ma'am!"

Esu skips away to dress. Minutes later she heads for the stateroom
door.

"See ya,"

"Later, love." I reply.

                                     * * *

The morning whizzed past, in a blur. Not a blur of activity you
understand, but a blur of anticipated delight. My mine was so
preoccupied with uncovering the delights of Elna's body all else
seemed to be in soft focus. I looked up from my largely ignored PC
Magazine and was surprised to see the cabin clock reading 11:15.

Esu had not returned. I expect she was enjoying being the hostess too
much and I really shouldn't be greedy with her company. Now being me,
and having reached 11:15 without another infusion of caffeine, my
course was set. I rose from the comfort of the bed and headed for the
restaurant and my cappuccino.  I whistled merrily as I briskly walked
from our stateroom. My stride faltered.

"Psst, psst - Yotna."

Dual red globes floated eerily in the darkened doorway. I had no need
to ask who it was.

"Mika! Get out of Franz's room, what are you up to?"

"Just information gathering..." She mused.

"Look, any more trouble from you and I will have no choice..."

"Be careful, after all there are people on board who mean more to you
than Franz."

"What do you mean?"

"The pixie you sleep with, the delightful hobbit. Now she would make a
tender snack."

"You... You leave Esu alone! By Christ, if I had a stake..."

"Of course if you help me with my revenge on Franz..."

"Mika I banish you..."

Too late the bitch was gone. Now I was worried, it seemed Mika was
about to live up to the reputation I gave her. I needed that coffee
now more than ever.

                                  * * *

I sipped the hot coffee with gusto, my brow furrowed; desperately I
tried to resolve my latest issue with Mika. I was so lost in thought I
didn't notice my companion's presence, until she softly dropped a hand
onto my shoulder.

"Are you OK, mon capitiane?"

"Sorry Elna, yes I'm fine -- just miles away,"

A quizzical look fleeted across Elna's pretty face.

"Non, Yotna... You are here."

"Sorry, English expression -- I mean I was lost in my thoughts."

Elna's laugh tinkled, and a wicked look appeared in her eyes.

"You were thinking of Elna?"

"Not that time, but I have been." I smiled.

"I think it's time to stop thinking, and to start acting." She smiled,
and reached out with her fingers ruffling my hair.

I took a gulp of coffee to wet my mouth, which had unexpectedly dried
out. I nodded, and standing up slipped my right hand into her left.


                           * * *

I was back on the bed in our stateroom, the anticipated delight was
about to be realised. My trembling fingers struggled with the top
button of Elna's blouse, eventually releasing it. My hungry eyes swept
down the gentle slope of olive skin, I swallowed, hard. Frustratingly
slowly more of her buttons submitted to my nervous digits. Her blouse
gaped open displaying the full sweep of her torso.

Her small unsupported breasts peeked at me perkily, seeming to eye me
with their dark plump nipples. Elna's stomach rippled with toned
muscles before it descended temptingly to her deeply indented navel. I
sighed, the harbour had been magnificent, but I was at a loss to find
words to describe this view.

The feeling of my belt being undone broke the spell, and I sprang into
excited action. I literally tore the rest of her clothes from her
body. Elna's lips found mine and we kissed deeply. Her nimble hands
released my bobbing erection, before gently raking her nails along the
bulging muscle. Now all my ideas of gentle foreplay had gone, shaking
in my passion I stood and disposed of my restrictive clothes. Kneeling
forward I groaned as the tip of my member lodged itself in Elna's warm
core. I thrust and slid into her body with surprising ease. Her
muscles closed around my shaft and applied delicious pressure. I
gasped, and opened my eyes to stare down at my young lover.

Elna's eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils flared with her hard
breathing, and her lips pursed in a silent prayer. Expertly she
started her rhythmic bucking, timing her up thrusts to match my down.
Her eyes opened and she smiled that wicked smile.

"Let me on top Yottie, I like to control the action."

For once in my life, I did not know better -- I just immediately
agreed. My solid cock flopped out of her with reluctance, but soon he
was engulfed once more. Now if a cock could smile, this one would have
laughed his head off! It was just as well that the excesses of the
last few days had taken place, this and only this, stopped me from
coming far too early. Elna was right about the control, her youth and
fitness made her amazingly supple, and she ground her body against
mine in a continuous fluid dance.

She gazed down at me beaming, suddenly her eyes widened and a gasp
burst from her.

"Ohhh, how are you... Merde! That is incredible..."

Her wetness pounded against me, and I grinned, pleased, but a little
confused.

"It's as if you have two pricks... Is that your fingers? Ohhh, don't
stop!"

Now I was really confused, until that is I spotted the glowing
disembodied eyes.

"Shit! It's..."

"I know, wonderful, Yotna how are you? Oh, ohhhhh."

I felt the oddest sensation, as my cock withdrew it was brushed by a
large solid shaft. As Elna plunged back down, I entered her caressed
by the clitoris stretching her other cavity. Elna shuddered as her
orgasm burst upon her. The walls of her pussy trembled and then
dissolved around me. Despite our unwanted interloper, and maybe
because of her, I felt my own pleasure peak. For once I did not hold
back either physically or verbally... I roared into a frenetic climax.

I felt Elna slump against me, spent. Her small body swayed against the
gasps of pleasure rasping through my chest. Once I recovered my
concern was for Elna.

"Elna, Elna, are you OK?" I asked between puffs.

She did not reply.

"The little slut has fainted, I don't know... Mortals, no stamina!"
Mika's mocking voice rang out.

My rage flared; with ease I shrugged Elna's comatose form from me.
With a speed that surprised me I struck. I launched myself bodily from
the bed, aiming my outstretched hands eight inches or so down from the
red, sneering eyes. Either I would catch Mika unawares, or more likely
(I thought fleetingly) I would break my stupid neck. To my eternal
relief, it was the former. My clawed fingers slammed into Mika's
gulping throat. Before my incredulous eyes the wayward vampire's body
took substance. Her face was a mask of fear. This seemed odd to me, as
I was now shitting myself -- I never wanted or expected to be a
'slayer'.

The momentum bowled Mika over backwards, and pitched us both into the
cramped bathroom. Now to be fair the bathroom was very generously
proportioned for a ship, but a bit bijou for a titanic struggle with
an evil being. I would have written it better than this! Mika's head
thumped into the edge of the wrought iron bath, the resounding crack
resonated through my fingers. Mika struggled to her feet, her head
hanging at a very jaunty angle.

"Now look what you've done! Busted my flipping neck... Shit this will
take days to sort out," her eyes flashed crimson, "now you and your
friends are going to suffer."

"Oh no, here it ends!" I warn.

"Going to banish me are you, well I'll just disappear. Then when your
guard or more likely your trousers are down, I'll be back!"

"No, I have the ultimate weapon with me," I glare at the oddly nodding
vampire, "I have my laptop!"

"What a pathetic nerd you are, you brought that here... On holiday."
Mika sneered.

"Yes and I'm glad I did, because now I can delete all the copies of
Vampyre Nights and Daze... Both on and offline."

"But, but..." She stuttered, her wobbly face paling.

"Yes, you will cease to exist. You really will be a fucking ethereal!"

The look in Mika's eyes changed from threat to fear, and she stepped
backwards, sending her head into a frenzy of bobbing.

"Yotna, Yottie, let's not be hasty here. I mean I can be nice..."

"So I have seen, nice my arse..."

"Look I will do anything! I don't want to die."

"You will agree to anything, are you sure?" I grin slyly, "I mean
that's a risky offer to make."

"Anything, I'm too young to die!" the dejected, spring-necked vampire
sobbed.

"Hmm, OK. You will be my personal slave for the rest of this voyage.
No questions asked, no request refused?"

"Yes, anything. Just spare me, please."

"All right, this might just be fun. Of course, any refusal, any
tricks... And it's delete, delete, delete for you."

Mika's head hung uncomfortably low almost making the grimace look like
a lop-sided smile.

"I agree, Yotna. No tricks, I promise...On my ethereal existence."

"Good, well I'm a reasonable man, go now, and sort your neck out. But
you come back as soon as you are well, I will have duties for you."

Mika wobbled her head in uncomfortable agreement, and slowly faded
away. I stood alone in the bathroom smiling, I may not be a slayer...
But I'm a savage negotiator!

I walked back into the cabin just in time to witness Elna coming
around. She rolled over languorously, and stared at me.

"That was amazing, what a man you are..." her voice was tinged with
surprise.

"Well it wasn't all me..."

"Ah, non - I was there as well, but you make love like two men at
once... I don't understand?"

"Well if I told you it was all due to my stories, would you believe
me?"

"Stories, no." Elna giggled.

"I didn't think so." I winked.

* * *

Franz continues:

It was late in the morning. We had overslept and didn't join in any of
the fun which had happened earlier that morning, even missing our
breakfast. Sandra was still fatigued so we found a deck chair for her
and she just relaxed. Sherry was also relaxing in the sun, tanning her
body, a very well trained one as well. I noticed Sandra's sideway
glances and was surprised. She hadn't been attracted to women before
this journey but it seemed that the fresh, salty air did change
things. Or was it the rocking of the cruise-ship which made us horny?

Kenny, suzee, Esu, and I were sitting under a sun-shield. We sat far
enough away, so our conversation couldn't be overheard by the two
women and played 'Monopoly'. We were joined by denny. Well, actually,
he didn't play with us, but browsed the web and entertained us with
the latest gossip about La Taverna and some other newsgroups.

"Kenny," I said, "may I ask you for a favour, please?"

"Sure, Franz, what's up?"

"You know, we're arriving in Lisbon at noon and thanks to a surprising
change in our circumstances my girlfriend can now join us. She will
fly in and I will go to the airport to fetch her. I will be leaving
soon after we arrive in the harbour."

Kenny nodded.

"So I wanted to ask you if you could look after Sandra for the time
that I am away. Esu and Yotna will have some things to do, preparing
the crossing of the pond and the evening's programme..."

"I think we can do that, can't we, suzee?" Kenny said.

suzee gave a quizzical expression which Kenny acknowledged fast, but
didn't complain about. "If it is good with you, Kenny, it's good with
me as well."

I would have taken Sandra with me to the airport, but I wanted to
discuss a few things about the fuck-toy with Katka in private, mostly
about the changing relationship towards Sandra, which was obviously
becoming more intense than we had planned. It was also a kind of
revenge because Esu and she had banned me from the cabin the day
before. denny wasn't available, he had an online-chat with Rui Jorge
scheduled.

During the game Esu had told me that in the evening a traditional
dinner had been planned in the old town. The return was scheduled for
about midnight and the cruise would continue at 1 AM.

                             * * *

When the harbour came nearer, I sold Park Lane to Kenny, Pall Mall to
suzee and gave the stations to Esu. Then I stood up, declared myself
as the winner, and said my good-bye for the time being. I went over to
Sandra and gave her a kiss on her forehead, gave a friendly nod
towards Sherry and left. I was sure that suzee and Kenny knew what to
do with the young raven-haired woman until we met again later that
afternoon.

* * *

Esu continues:

As we approached the harbour I looked for Yotna, of course that wasn't
a real challenge because I knew he would be back up on the ship's
bridge observing the docking.

"Yots, I'm taking Foxy into town. We are looking in a few shops at
some clothes for Foxy. She has hardly anything to wear."

He gave me a knowing look before nodding at me. "Oh yeah, enjoy
yourself and have fun. When are we all meeting up again in Lisbon?"

"I have booked tables for us all at the 'Consenso' tonight. It's
located in the old palace of 'Marques de Pombal' situated in Alfama.
Arrival at 8:00 pm for 8:30 start."

* * *

Foxy continues:

The ship docked successfully and soon we were able to leave. Esu and I
strolled off of the gang plank and straight into customs. The custom's
officer looked at me for quite a long time as he compared my passport
photo to my likeness. I smiled at him hoping to hurry him along but to
no avail.

Esu saw what was happening and came to my aid. "Is anything wrong?
Foxy."

"I'm not sure; he seems to be taking an awful long time."

Esu smiled at him as she enquired, "Everything okay, Sir?"

He sighed.  "I would like to take your friend into the back room to
examine her further. Check for substances."

Esu got annoyed at that. "We are English, British Citizens. You are
taking liberties with us."

The officer replied, "Rules have to be followed, if I suspect anything
I have the right to stop whomever I choose."

Esu fumed. "In that case, she has a right for someone to accompany
her. I shall be her witness."

The officer mumbled under his breath, "Very well then."

He made me accompany him to a small room in the hall. I looked back
and was pleased to notice that Esu was following us.

* * *

Esu continues:

I noticed Foxy having trouble with the customs guy so I went back to
enquire what was happening. To my amazement, he was questioning her
motives. She had abandoned her earlier clothes and was now wearing a
sari which she had borrowed from Lady Chrystal that morning.
Admittedly I had never seen anyone wear a sari like that before but it
was still respectable. It was no excuse for detaining her 'pending
further examination'.

I made my mind up quickly. 'The shops could wait, Foxy needed my
help.' I followed.

* * *

Foxy continues:

We entered the room and he asked me to lie down on a bench-like table.
I wondered why but then suddenly realized what he wanted to do. Why
should I argue with him? If that is the way this guy gets his kicks,
well I'll give him a show, so I did as he asked. He went to a cupboard
and removed a box. I watched him as he pulled on a pair of latex
gloves. I was going to protest but I suddenly thought of a story
request made many months ago.

I watched as he strode over towards me with a smile on his face. I
looked at Esu and winked.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked before adding, "I need you to relax
while I examine you."

"I'm a bit nervous because I am not sure what you need yet," I
replied.

"Open your mouth."

I did as he asked. I felt the rubber coated fingers check my mouth.
Feeling my tongue, my teeth, and my cheeks. I wasn't sure that I liked
the taste of the latex though.

"Sim... stick out your tongue."

I did as he asked. His fingers felt underneath it as I wondered about
what he was going to do next.

"That seems to be fine."

Esu replied. "I'm glad everything seems to be in order then. Now,
perhaps we can continue on our way."

"Not so fast," the officer replied. "I still have some further checks
to make."

"Oh, come on, I can see who is getting the kicks from this. Surely you
should be doing your job and not picking on innocent females when you
are at work."

I grinned at Esu. "It's a new experience, one I have never felt
before."

"Just a few further checks and then you can be on your way, sim" he
replied before adding, "I need you to remove your pants and spread
your legs for me." I smiled. "Officer, I am not wearing any panties."
I noticed his reaction and I'm sure that Esu did as well because I
heard her chuckle.

I loosened my sari, letting it fall to either side of my body and
pulled up my knees before spreading my legs. I heard the officer's
rapid intake of breath.

He squeezed something on to his latex covered palms and rubbed his
fingers into it. I gasped as I felt the cold penetration. My muscles
tightened involuntarily. That seemed to excite him even more. I heard
him gasp as his fingers felt around my pussy pushing deeper and
deeper.

"Sim, that seems to be fine," he gasped. "One further check."

I heard Esu exclaim, "You can't, you are just doing this for your own
sexual kicks!"

"I'm enjoying it Esu, can we invite him on the cruise? I laughed.

I felt a sudden penetration deep inside my ass. Feeling a finger
pushing before it was joined by another. The latex rubbing against me,
fingers stretching me wider as my cheeks were pulled apart. His
fingers delved, pushing deeper inside me as he stretched me open.

I saw his expression when he finally gave into his fetish. A stranger
who couldn't control his own desires, having to give in to his own
sexual will.

* * *

Esu continues:

When the officer had finally finished his examination, Foxy pulled her
sari back around herself and we bade him farewell. We made our way out
of the hall and along to the designer shop which we were desperate to
see.

"Foxy, you seemed to enjoy that but from where I was sitting he seemed
fairly rough."

"Oh, he turned me on slightly. To tell you the truth, I am still
feeling aroused but that seems fairly normal for me these days."

We laughed and looked for the directions to Ana Salazar designer's
outlet.

* * *

Franz continues:

I arrived at the airport 'Portela' at a quarter past one and the Air
Portugal flight from Prague was scheduled for 13:35 local time, so I
still had a few minutes to spare before Katka was through passport
control. She wouldn't have to pass customs, since both Portugal and
the Czech Republic are member states of the European Union.

I went to look for a present for her. I didn't consider flowers
because what would she do with them. I browsed through several shops,
finally deciding on an anklet for her.

The Airbus A 319 landed in time, which surprised me considering the
air traffic above Europe. When Katka appeared I was holding my breath.
I noticed that most of the men around me were also gasping for air.
Even some women admired Katka and the dress she wore. She dropped her
travel-bag and almost literally, flew into my arms. When she stood on
her tiptoes to kiss me, her dress slipped up and she surely offered a
nice sight, since I noticed even more looks, angry ones from some of
the women, who were apparently jealous of her youth, her beauty, and
maybe even me. The men's looks were rather affirmative.

Her kiss was all but tender, her tongue explored my mouth and her
teeth love-biting my lips. She rubbed her pelvis against me causing my
cock to stiffen. When she noticed her success, Katka increased her
rubbing and I felt I was sure to come in a glance, between all the
people in the arrival area, while many of them were watching us.

Then suddenly the little cock-tease broke the kiss, only seconds
before I would ejaculate and took a step back, leaving my hard-on in
the trousers visible for everyone.

"I missed you so much," she said with a husky voice, suggesting more.

"Me too, darling."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the rest-rooms.

When we walked by, the crew left the passport control. The pilots were
whistling and the stewardesses giggling, when they looked at us. The
stewardesses -- flight-attendants now -- had all blond-dyed hair,
apart from one who was walking a bit stiffly. She also grinned but it
was a different expression in her smile.

"What was that about?" I wondered.

"They let me peek into the cockpit," Katka explained, "when we'd been
over the Pyrenees. Did you see the dark-haired one? The pretty one,
who was walking so strangely?"

I nodded.

"I guess, the rest of the crew would whistle and giggle even more if
they knew that she wasn't wearing a bra or knickers under her
uniform."

I gave her an enquiring look before she continued.

"They're in my purse. That girl was off-duty on this flight; it was
only a transfer flight. We spent some time kissing and fondling in
rest-room. Before we parted I made her remove her underwear. Since I
didn't have anything to trade apart from my ben-wa balls, she wears
them now. Seems that she is trying to keep them in."

She had done it again. When she met a woman she was attracted to,
Katka tried to seduce her. I was shaking my head. Joining the mile-
high club on her first flight. Katka was surprising me every day.

                                 * * *

When we rushed into the rest-room, she immediately opened my fly and
took out my cock, what wasn't an easy thing to do because of the
hardness.

She pulled up her dress so she could position herself on my tip. As
she had attended ballet classes when she was young, she had no
difficulty in putting her right leg over my shoulder and we began to
fuck. My hands cupped her ass cheeks so I could hold her close and to
coordinate our moves. She placed her hands around my neck and threw
her head back. There was no tenderness, only sex, and because I
already got aroused by her rubbing, I wouldn't last for long.

It was almost a tradition between us; since we had met for the first
time, the first love act was for me and for my satisfaction. Later we
would have more time.

                               * * *

When I exploded, moaning, I forgot place and time. Then I heard
somebody coughing. I turned my head and saw two policemen standing in
the door and looking at us.

"Sir," one of them began to talk in an almost accent free English, "We
understand that this lovely woman does deserve your attention, but
this is a public toilet room in an airport."

Meanwhile Katka and I were adjusting our clothes. She was cleaning
herself with some paper tissues.

The police officer continued. "That, what you've done is an offence,
but we wouldn't have disturbed you, if it wasn't for the travel-bag
that this lady left in the middle of the hall."

We'd totally forgotten her luggage.

"Since we're now living in dangerous times, you know, war on
terrorism, luggage should never be left alone. If we were following
this to the rule, we would have had to evacuate the airport and some
robots would have destroyed your luggage. Sorry, but you have to come
with us, because you'll have to pay a fine."

Both of us must have looked dumb-founded, at least for a bit, because
he then smiled. "Oh I am sure that we can find a way to forget about
your second offence committed in this room."

We followed them outside and went to collect Katka's luggage. When we
arrived, three other policemen were standing there securing the area
and letting no-one approach Katka's bag.

Plenty of people were standing away in a safe distance and watching
what would happen. The police didn't evacuate the terminal and it
didn't appear like I'd imagined an anti-terror measure would be like.
For me, it seemed more like an attempt to make some extra money.

At this moment a stewardess, the pretty one with Katka's ben-wa balls
in her pussy, talked with one of the police-man who let her pass him
and she rushed towards the officer who had 'arrested' us.

She spoke with him in fast Portuguese and I didn't understand
anything. I only identified a few words, 'tio' and 'amigo' she said
repeatedly. I remembered 'zio' and 'amica' from the Italian language.

Then the officer turned to me, saluted and said, "Of course, now that
we've investigated all the circumstances and thanks to an Air Portugal
flight attendant for explaining to us about the owner of the bag, we
can pass over the rules for now. But please take more care next time."

"Thank you, officer, for handling this like you did."

"You're welcome. Oh, and might I recommend the airport hotel to you?
They've nice rooms and nobody would disturb you there."

                                  * * *

A couple of minutes later we collected Katka's travel-bag which was
still guarded by the dark-haired flight-attendant. I learnt that her
name was Sonia and we invited her into a snack-bar nearby. She told us
that the police officer actually was her uncle Ronaldo. When she
explained to him that Katka was a friend of hers he dropped his
intention to punish us.

"And of course," she closed her explanation with a lusty look at
Katka, "I didn't tell him how I met this blonde slut and what I Still
have in my pussy. He would've had a heart attack."

We grinned at her.

After having a coffee with us we exchanged phone-numbers and heard her
promise to contact us when she stayed over for the night in Prague.
When she stood up to go, she gave a tongue-kiss to both of us.

"Ohmigod, I'll be soaking my uniform on the way home, I am so wet.
Have a nice evening in Lisbon. Bye."

Then she walked away, not without turning around at the end of the
hall and waving to us. We had told her that we were only staying for
the evening in the countries capital and regretted that we weren't
able to accept her offer to show us the town because she had a few
days off. Maybe another time.

We stayed for a few more minutes and drunk our mineral water before I
paid and then we headed towards the taxi stands.

                                 * * *

After the fun and trouble, the problematic part of the afternoon was
about to begin.

"What's up?" Katka asked when she saw when I moved nervously on the
sitting-bench searching for the words. During the last half year she
had learnt more about me, she knew me better than I did myself. (It's
easy for a story character to predict things and look into the mind of
other people, isn't it? It's even easier for the reader to do so, eh?)

"Eh..., well..."

"You and Sandra fell in love together, didn't you?"

I nodded. Damned, that character I had created was able to read my
mind.

"Honey that was planned. Did you forget that it was me who selected
Sandra out of all the possibilities? What do you think the reason for
that was?"

I started to say something. "I think..."

"I wanted, for you both to fall in love with each other. There are
some good reasons why I wanted that. One of them was that you need an
alternative in case that you begin to dislike my character. Another is
my strong bisexuality. I've actually had the hots for the fuck-toy for
some years but it wasn't up to me to get things in motion. I needed
you as a catalyst to get in Sandra's pants."

She smiled and when she looked in my face, which certainly appeared
like that of a fool, she giggled.

"Come on, finding you an escort for fucking and sucking wouldn't have
caused any problems. There are a lot of willing people who would have
wanted to go on that free journey. What I needed to find was a person
who wouldn't steal you from me without hesitation. Did you really
believe that I really wasn't able to re-schedule my work for
travelling with you if I wanted to do so? It was my plan you realize,
for you to bring Sandra on this journey and get her in that mood which
you both were in yesterday."

"You know about that?"

"Of course, silly. Sandra sent me an email this morning, soon after
you woke up. I checked my account while I waited in Prague for the
flight here."

"She did what?"

"Honey, she reported to me daily about everything what has happened
since your departure. I know how Yotna and you were having your fun on
the first night. By the way, who won the strip contest?"

"I don't know we were ... ahem ... distracted."

"I can believe that. She even told me how that vampire got involved
with her and ... abused her. Seems that Sandra and Esu had a funny
afternoon two days ago and you and Yotna liked their surprise a lot. I
am eager to meet that woman. I am well prepared and read all her
stories before I left. I even know that she edited the story in which
I stepped in your life."

"So you aren't angry?"

"Of course not. Let's say it's all turned out as I hoped it would. We
had already talked about this before you both departed. Remember, it
was me, who said to Sandra, that she could be our fuck-toy even after
the end of the journey. Besides when you were abusing me, in your
dirty fantasies, I said to myself once, I'll have to take over your
will. Actually, I implanted Sandra in your mind. You need her even
more than me."

                               * * *

When we came to the shop, where I had bought the anklet -- which I had
totally forgotten -- Katka pulled me in.

The salesgirl who had served me earlier smiled at me and greeted us.

"My boyfriend is going to propose to me. We need some proposal rings."

The salesgirl wondered as it was common that only the girl would have
a proposal ring. Then she showed us several versions with diamonds.
Katka wanted me to buy two totally identical rings.

"Don't worry," Katka said to the salesgirl, "the situation is a bit
more difficult since he's proposing to me and my best friend."

The girl looked at us in disbelief but eventually she rang the cash
register, charged the credit card and handed over our purchase. Then
we left the shop.

                                 * * *

"Was it also in your plan that I propose to you?"

"Not me, but us. Yes I manipulated your mind. You thought when you
created me that you could rule me and have free sex with me as you
liked, eh? You believed that I was the na�ve blonde fuck-toy, who was
to dumb to get married, only good enough to get laid and star in one
of your sex stories."

"In my stories there was only one dumb character and that was in the
BSFSF contribution..."

"I know, that Radka slut. Now she is really dumb."

"Not only in fantasy," I said. "But you never were planned as a dumb
and na�ve creature -- when I fell in love with you on New Year's Eve.
It's the opposite, remember how I promised to care for you at the end
of the story."

"But you didn't predict about meeting Sandra and how you wanted her to
be part of this mess... Did it never occur to you that Sandra and I am
the same person? Never mind, I took over your brain, captured your
thoughts and got Sandra and me proposed to by you. Now you can't get
rid of us any more except by dumping us..."

                                  * * *

I don't know when I fell asleep but when I awoke, the taxi was driving
over the Ponte 25 de Abril, which was a replica of the Golden Gate
Bridge and crossed the Tejo high above the water. (When I left for the
airport I had crossed the river using the almost 13 kilometres long
Vasco de Gama bridge, which I had wanted to see.)

When I opened my eyes, Katka smiled at me.

We left the taxi at a tram station, but sent the driver on with
Katka's luggage to the HMS Fantasy. Instead of an organized sight-
seeing tour we took the tram, the '�lectrico 28' which was better than
a sight-seeing tour.

The tram winded itself through the narrow and curvy streets of the old
centre. It is difficult to describe if you haven't seen it. In some
streets, the buildings were so close to the cart that you could touch
them with your hands.

We were visiting some interesting spots.

                                  * * *

"I bought you a present," I told Katka. "From the same shop that we
got the rings from."

"What rings?" she asked, her eyes sparkling at me. Had I only dreamt
what had happened at the airport after we had left the caf�? Did I
dream the whole event at the airport? What was a dream, what was
reality? And anyway, did it really matter?

I had the small box with the anklet in the pocket of my trousers and I
now pulled it out. Then I dropped onto my knees.

"Oh, you're proposing to me?" she asked.

What was Katka up to? Was she playing mind games with me again?

"I rather expected such an important step to happen at a candle-lit
dinner," she continued but she was more amused than offended.

"That's a welcoming present," I said as I put the anklet on her right
leg. My eyes wandered along her legs right up under her skirt. She
noticed, and began to tease me, like she had done a hundred times
before. Slowly she spread her legs, showing me her wet pussy,
evidently with some cum stains. Fuck!

I stood up when she said, "I guess I say a nice thank you." Then she
kissed me but I avoided getting in narrow body contact with her again.
I didn't want to risk another stunt like that at the airport -the
police in the old town might not be as understanding as the police
officer who surprised us in action in the rest-room.

* * *

Esu continues:

Foxy and I arrived early at the 'Marques de Pombal' still carrying
some of our shopping. We had sent the majority of it with the courier
to the ship, but I wanted to wear the evocative underwear which I had
bought earlier. I noticed that Foxy was still carrying a couple of
small packages as well but I wasn't sure what they contained.

We went down the steps to the 'Consenso' restaurant and went into the
bar. It was bright and airy, somewhat surprising as it was deep in the
basement and it seemed to have been an ancient cave. The head-waiter
came and introduced himself, "Madam, how can I help you?" Even though
his introduction was directed at me, I noticed that his eyes were
looking at Foxy.

"We are from 'The Fantasy', I'm Esu who made the booking with you
earlier."

"Ah ha," he replied, "I have prepared the Sala Fogo for you and your
friends. Please be seated as you await their arrival. Would you like a
drink?"

"Yes please, a light dry wine for myself, and you Foxy?"

"Same for me as well, thank you." Foxy replied.

After the drinks had been poured, we went and sat at one of the tables
by the edge of the room. I grinned at Foxy, "Did you notice any rest
rooms on the way down?"

She nodded. "They are just opposite the doorway into here."

I replied, "I'll be back shortly, I just need to refresh myself for
the evening."

Foxy smiled back at me, "That sounds like a good idea, I'll come too."

* * *

Franz continues:

We held hands as we walked through the streets, with no special
interest, but steadily coming closer to the restaurant, the Consenso,
in which we would meet with our friends and -- Sandra, who I had left
with Kenny, suzee, and Officer Sherry.

It was about a quarter to eight, when we arrived at the restaurant in
the palace of 'Marques de Pombal' in Alfama.

* * *

Yotna continues:

I dressed slowly and concentrated on the evening's event. A nice
relaxing meal and no more sexual Olympics today - I needed to pace
myself. At this point I caught sight of my reflection and winced. It
wasn't the sight of my still Cheshire-like grin; no, it was the
Rudolph-like nose I now sported. Not for me the rapid sensual
darkening skin, no that was reserved for Esu.

My skin reacted to sunlight in only one of three ways. To start with,
pale and consumptive, then luminous bright red shininess followed by
peeling. As I already knew this cycle would repeat itself several time
before my complexion came up with the idea of changing it's damn
colour. I sighed as the stiff collar of my shirt ploughed furrows into
the puce sensitive skin of my neck. Where was that `after sun' cream
she'd dutifully packed? Of course being Esu it had been a low profile
addition to the cases.

"Oh yes, 'after sun cream,' mustn't forget that after all the money it
cost. Of course I shan't be needing it. Just Coco the clown."

I smiled as I remember what had happened after I had pinned her to the
bed for the `clown nose' reference. The lurid memory, persuaded John
Thomas he was needed again, and he lifted his head in renewed
interest.

"Hey you down there, belay that now! The piston may want grinding, but
the Captain has signalled `full stop'.

Pace, pace and dignity. Pace, dignity and refinement. That is what
it's all about for a man of a certain age. Who was I kidding? Even if
my brain matured past its apparent current age of 17, my knob never
would. I would never understand why only those two organs were
permanently in their teenaged years, after the rest of me seemed to
find senility so appealing. Fuck it, as long as the mind is lewd and
the knob is willing there's hope. After all I had just been told I
made love like two men! May be this wasn't entirely down to me, but I
was there. Oh yes JT and I were there.

I pulled up my trousers, forced a bobbing JT through the fly and
zipped him in. If he was a good lad, he might see the light of day
once more, in addition to the obligatory flashes of a urinal. Smiling
once more I pulled on my jacket, and passed a comb through my unruly
hair. Then I left the cabin and headed for the delights of Lisbon's
night life.

                                  * * *

I boarded the metro clutching my six euro, 10 journey ticket.
Clutching tickets is a habit of mine, some comfort against the alien
underground world. Claustrophobia as it goes isn't a bad thing as in
general it is easy to avoid. Not here though, once the train plummeted
into that tunnel heading north and away from the Rio Tejo the little
voice would start to tease me about getting stuck. The train jolted
and I shut my eyes.

Thankfully I emerge from the metro station at Chado and stroll towards
the Palace of the Marqu�s de Pombal. The evening folds a warm cloak of
twilight around me and the chill of the under-world is forgotten. I
smile as I remember I'm heading for the fire room anyway, things are
bound to heat up. I wander into the restaurant and I am confronted a
well dressed young Portuguese woman.

"Posso eu ajudar-lhe?" She asks.

I ramble though the avenues of my brain trying to find the words I
learnt.

"Eu sou com o partido 'do fantasy'" I garble.

"Of course, your friends are downstairs in the Sala fogo, would you
like something from the bar first?"

Naturally her faultless English is as smooth as the delicate curve of
her bosom. I think I'm going to like Portugal. I swallow hard.

"Yeah, good idea, I could do with a drink - which local beer would you
suggest?"

"Well blonde or dark?" She asks.

"Oh, I like my beer dark, like my women." I jest.

"Ah, well you will enjoy Portugal then, the beer - go for a `Sagres
Brune'. As for the women, well mostly we are naturally dark..." She
winks and then turns.

Happily I follow her trim form down the steps, JT leers at her swaying
behind. He is awful, I'm glad I'm not like that.

* * *

Franz continues:

When we arrived in the foyer of the restaurant, I noticed Kenny and
denny. They stood by the bar and each of them held a glass containing
an aperitif I assumed. Yotna was talking to a hostess, a dark-haired
southern-belle or rather, what we Europeans imagine when talking about
the sensual type of woman who could be found around the mediterrenean.
I wasn't sure about which topic Yotna was talking about with the woman
so I didn't disturb him, but asked denny instead where the women were.
He replied that they were visiting the restrooms. I wasn't surprised.

The young woman greeted Katka and me and asked us what we would prefer
to drink. Katka demanded a Martini Dry, while I asked for a
*Dalwhinnie*, a scotch highland single malt, but I didn't expect them
to have this one. This whisky was made in the highest distillery in
Scotland and I liked its smoky aroma. I was very surprised when the
hostess nodded and said, "of course."

I introduced Katka to denny, Kenny, and Yotna (and vice versa). The
first gave a hand-kiss to my girlfriend, the second was bending his
upper body, when he greeted the blonde, while Yotna gasped for air and
-- tongue-tied -- only stammered, "amazing, I am amazed to meet you."
Obviously, the female English youth were similar to the German's --
most women between 16 and 25 seemed to have the intention to appear
rather as strumpet than as young adorable women, so he was stunned.
Well, a couple of years ago Katka's appearance would have been
considered as that of a whore, but times had changed and some forty
years after the Profumo scandal it needed something more than a
miniskirt (even if it was shorter than the span of my hand), a belly
piercing, or a tattoo to offend people, at least in this part of the
world.

I was beginning to tell the story about the airport, when I saw
through the corner of my eye, suzee and Sandra emerge from the
restroom. When Sandra saw Katka and me -- rather more Katka than me --
she ran towards us and hugged my blonde girlfriend. They kissed each
other and my cock began to itch when I noticed their tongues twirling
around. Another side glance showed me that Yotna, denny, and Kenny
suffered similar reactions -- Yotna was adjusting his clothes like
Michael Jackson in one of his concerts (by grabbing a certain part and
pulling it towards an imaginary point somewhere in the universe),
while Kenny cocked his head and made a weird step (like I do, when
somehow my trousers become too narrow for my member), and denny simply
spoke what we all thought: "Fuck!"

The fucking part had to wait for a while since we had arrived for a
great dinner in one of the most admired restaurants in this great
capital in South-Western Europe.

* * *


Esu continues:

When Foxy and I returned from the rest-rooms, everyone else had
arrived. The room was full of chatter as people were talking about
their day and what they had been doing. I noticed that Foxy has
discarded her packages, she must have had the same idea as me and
decided to wear hers as well.

I look across the room at Yot and wave but he is already engaged in a
long conversation with someone I hadn't yet met. I chuckle and hope
that he is behaving himself for once, somehow I don't think so.

Lady Chrystal sat serenely at the bar, Harvey beside her. Kenny,
suzee, Officer Sherry and Sandra were laughing about something. They
obviously had had a good day. I blush slightly as I recall Foxy's
saucy behaviour with the custom's guy. She is chatting to denny, Franz
and Katka. I was just going to introduce myself to Katka when the
announcement was made. "Please take your seats as we are about to
start serving the meal." We all moved around the table looking for our
names. In the end I found myself sitting between Kenny and Franz. I
had that feeling it was certainly going to be a lively evening.

I studied the menu and tried to decide what to eat. It was always a
difficult decision as I didn't eat much and didn't want to be
overwhelmed by the size of the plate. In the end I decided to miss out
on a starter and finish up with the Cheesecake with Fruit Coulis. I
finally made my decision for the main course and settled for the
Sirloin Medallions.

* * *

Yotna continues:

As nice as the conversation with our hostess at the restaurant was, I
could not concentrate on it. My problem was the beer, oh don't get me
wrong, it tasted just fine. But I was being forced to drink it from a
bottle rather than my customary pint glass. Not only that, a bottle in
which some moron had wedged a chunk of lime, I know this is the local
custom - but really!

Beer is beer and it has a right to be respected, alas there was little
I could do to remediate the situation with our hostess hovering so
close. I reflected on my love of beer, it certainly was something
close to my heart. I glanced down my body and smiled, probably close
to my spare tyre, come to think of it!

"You smile, so you like what you see?" the hostess asked.

I was lost.

"I'm sorry, I was miles away - did I like what I saw where?"

"Down the front of my dress."

"Oh, goodness me no, I wasn't... I mean, I wouldn't... Not that they
aren't nice."

My mind screamed for someone to put me out of my misery. I could feel
the sunburn on my face turning puce.

She laughed.

"You Englishmen, so shy. I don't mind... Listen you are the Captain,
yes?"

"As far as I can remember, I'm a bit uncertain at the moment."

"Well then later, after the meal. You can give them an inspection,
make sure they are ship shape and how you say - Bristol's fashion."

"Why thank you, that is a kind offer..."

I was just about to add 'but you see my wife is here and anyway - I
have to pace myself'. When she spoke.

"Excellent, that is settled. Now excuse me, I must circulate."

And she was gone, I had set up on an assignation I had never intended.
I'm not complaining as she was gorgeous, but how the hell did I pull
her? I thought back to all those abortive lines and approaches I came
up with as an adolescent, none of them -not one, had worked. Yet now
as a tubby middle-aged man I pulled this beauty by staring at my
excess fat. Life was odd, seriously odd.

At last I could prize the lump of lime out of the bottle neck. My
teeth worried at it and seconds later it sat lonely, deserted in an
empty ash tray. My quest for a glass was just starting when...

"Please take your seats as we are about to start serving the meal."

                              * * *

I wandered over to the table and spoke to the already seated girl,
"Excuse me Sandra, do you mind if I sit next to you?" She did not
reply but her beaming smile was a warm invitation. After my exertions
earlier in the day I was famished (not an unusual state for me).

I eagerly eyed the menu as was my habit, the decision made within
seconds. I eyed my darling Esu, and grinned to myself at the quizzical
lines on her forehead, yet another major decision was going on. I was
a little too far away to hear but I was certain that 'Mmmm' sound I
was so familiar with would be humming from her lips.

"Yes, Yotna, you would like?"

I glanced to my right and slightly upwards into the dark eyes of the
wicked hostess.

"Several things, but for now food will have to suffice. I will start
with the 'Mussels � La Marini�re', and go for 'Monk Fish Loin in Cream
and Tarragon' as my main, and could I add some saut�ed vegetables to
that?"

"You, could - but remember exercise on a full stomach is bad for you."
Her eyes sparkled with the final comment.

"I expect I will survive." I smiled back.

As I turned back to the table I noticed the question in Sandra's eyes.
To her credit she did not ask it, but chose a much safer one.

"So what do you do when you are not captaining the Fantasy?" She
asked.

My normal reserve had been negated by the endorphins still rushing
through me.

"You mean other than trying to pick up dark eyed women?" I nudged
Sandra's elbow gently and nodded towards Esu, "Well as you can see,
it's been a long term hobby." I chortled.

"You are here for fun aren't you?" Sandra laughed.

"Oh yes. You see if you spend your life selling equipment to
scientists, eventually you have to escape. When you do, fun is
suddenly high on the agenda!"

My answer satisfies her curiosity, and she turns to denny, joining in
the banter between him and Katka. I smile to myself, odd how even the
mention of scientists does that to people. I glance across the table
towards Franz. I was a little puzzled, my normally relaxed friend look
quite uncomfortable, almost stressed. I wondered why, but then I
recalled my own problem. After my last little 'escapade' Esu had asked
me to tell her in advance next time.

Now I knew better than ignoring that advice, even if it was teasingly
given. I may be used to imprisonment in cellars, occasionally finding
it quite comforting. But the idea of being confined in the coal
bunkers of the Fantasy was not comforting. Firstly it would be totally
dark, then there was the heat, and the very idea jangled my recently
resurfacing claustrophobia. Then of course Mika would be around
moaning about her minor broken neck. No, all in all, I had to tell Esu
in advance.

How was I going to achieve this? I glanced around at the napkins, no -
even I could not bring myself to scrawl a note on such fine linen -
even worse; it would be found when they laundered it. My eyes alighted
on the paper napkin around the stem of my beer glass, perfect!

I scrawled the note and carefully folded it into a precise paper
aeroplane. Cautiously I took aim and launched my mini jet towards Esu.
My aim was good but I hadn't expected the aerobatics, impressively the
mini plane looped the loop, before slamming into the tip of Esu's
nose.

This set in action an unfortunate series of events. Esu interrupted
mid-decision panicked and jumped away from the table. Her action must
have caused her knee to jar the table, and her glass of mineral water
teetered and then fell forward ejecting its contents urgently. Franz
and Kenny nimbly dodged the cascade of fizzy water.

Oddly when things were once again orderly, Franz had recovered and
become his usual relaxed self. Ordering meals affects people
differently I expect.

* * *

Foxy continues:

I looked around at the table and the already seated guests, wondering
where I should sit. Franz and Kenny were already seated, the empty
chair was to the right of Yotna. I was going to have to sit next to
him. That shouldn't be a problem, after all, I was sure that he could
relax sometimes. Then I noticed the way the hostess looked at him and
his response. That proved it. I only had to put my plan in action.

* * *

Franz continues:

Both Katka and Sandra wanted me to choose their meals for them. For
the entree plate I chose Chocos-B�b� de Coentrada. Instead of a soup,
which I didn't like very much I selected 'Caril de Legumes com Arroz
�rabe' -- it sounded dangerous but it was only vegetables with rice.
The main plate was a grilled salmon, but the girls didn't want more
fish, so I ordered sirloin steak in Roquefort sauce for both of them.
Actually I had considered the 'Lombo de Vaca com Molho Roquefort' as
well since I liked cheese a lot, but I stood steadfastly by my
decision made earlier in life, to eat fish whenever possible if I was
near the ocean.

I noticed that Yotna obviously had the hots for the hostess who had
cared for us when we first arrived, a twenty-something woman, very
attractive, but some years older than Katka and Sandra.

Sandra and Sherry were exchanging looks from time to time, but I
couldn't tell why. We hadn't had any opportunity to talk about our
respective afternoons so far but I was sure to find out.

                               * * *

The table seating arrangement positioned Esu between me and Kenny,
while Katka was sitting opposite me, with her and Sandra flanking
denny. I hoped it wasn't too much for him to take so I shot a warning
look to the raven-haired vixen and the blonde poison, but this only
resulted in Katka's foot wandering up my leg to my crotch.

That was a difficult situation, since I had to concentrate on the
salmon and the fish bones in it. Making the situation much more
difficult as it wasn't only Katka teasing me but also Sherry who sat
on my right. Her left hand disappeared under the table and searched
for my cock, while she ate her cannelloni with the cheese curds and
spinach with her right hand like nothing was happening.

Damn! I feared for the moment when the toes and fingers would meet
just on top of my cock. I felt like I was in Iceland, when Reagan met
Gorbachev.

                               * * *

"I am surprised," began denny, "about the people here in Portugal. I
never expected them to name a dining-room after a four-letter word,
*fuck*."

Katka looked surprised. I know what went through her head. After a
moment of consideration she concluded that he was pulling our leg.
Well, she had been lurking in ASSD for some months but she still
wasn't sure until she registered denny winking, but Sandra still
didn't get it.

"No, it's not fuck, it's fogo, like feu in French or fire in English.
All the dining-rooms in this restaurant are named after one of the
four elements."

"But weren't there more than a hundred of known elements?"

"In chemistry yes, but water, earth, wind, and fire were the ancient
elements..."

"Nope, that was a group in the seventies..."

"Wait," Sandra said, "you're only kidding, eh?"

Instead of answering her, denny laughed heartily. Kenny also made a
short comment. "LOL" he said. Then we couldn't hold back anymore and
the table erupted with the laughing and giggling.

"You're impossible, Mr. Wheeler!"

                             * * *

Feeling Katka's toes and Officer Sherry's fingers I wasn't sure if
tonight Mr. Wheeler's initial definition wasn't more correct, but
suddenly Esu accidentally spilt her glass of mineral water and we all
moved quickly and the toes as well as the fingers disappeared. The
danger had passed, at least for the present.

* * *

Esu continues:

I was listening to denny and the others laughing and joking around the
table when I stole a glance at Franz. He was looking slightly
embrassed which was unusual for him. I lifted the cloth from the table
slightly and saw the fingers and feet. I chuckled to myself and
decided to let him suffer for a while.

I noticed his face start to blush and when Yot's threw the paper
plane, I knew that he had noticed it too. I had to do something to put
my fellow guest out of his misery (chuckles). What could I do to raise
a distraction?

* * *

Franz continues:

The service in this restaurant was amazing. Certainly it wasn't uncommon 
that guests made a mess with their drinks.

What was totally uncommon, was the behaviour of the hostess. When she bent 
over with a serviette to drain the small sea of *Perrier* her short skirt 
slit up enough to reveal the greatest part of her legs. (Yotna has chosen 
the wrong site of the table, though he apparently enjoyed Sandra sitting on 
his side and I only could fantasize about what was happening there!) Now, 
great legs aren't so uncommon, but I couldn't help it and had to shove my 
hands under her skirt to explore the area between her calves. The other 
guests didn't see what I was up to, apart from Katka, whose smile showed she 
approved of my actions. Now the real surprise that I found was that our 
lovely hostess didn't wear any underwear.

The readers will remember that the hostess was already the second Portuguese 
woman I'd met today without knickers. I was pretty sure that this was 
uncommon, but who I was to complain.

My fingers reached the hostess' pussy and I touched her clit. She was wet 
and eager, but I hesitated to intrude. Actually, I had no hesitation to 
intrude her in general but I didn't want to cause her any discomfort in 
front of the people in the dining room. So my fingers only rubbed over her 
clit. She reacted with a sigh when I withdrew my hand from under her skirt, 
with a heavy heart. Just moments before I pulled back my hand, I discovered 
that the hostess had a pierced clit. If Katka knew that, she would go nuts 
with lust after our hostess.

I couldn't help it when a sudden thought occured. I had to ask her.

"You don't have a sister, do you?"

She turned to me and answered, "I have. Why?"

"You're reminding me of a woman."

"From Lisbon?" Obviously she wondered why (rather when or where) I had met 
another woman in Lisbon, since she knew that we sailed in with the 
'Fantasy'.

"I met her at the airport..."

This set in action an unfortunate series of events. In a reflex the hostess 
moved and jumped away from the table. Her action must have caused her knee 
to jar the table, and Esu's refilled glass of mineral water teetered and 
then fell forward ejecting its contents urgently. Luckily I again dodged the 
cascade of fizzy water, but Kenny didn't have as much luck.

The hostess was totally startled now. Disorientated she began to rub the 
fabric towel against Kenny's crotch (what got her some disapproval from 
suzee and even more stern looks by Officer Sherry). Nor did she break off 
her eye contact with me, looking with her widened eyes, which were similar 
to...

"Sonia?" she asked. She had spoken loudly, much louder than our dialogue 
before and Katka caught the name.

"You know Sonia?"

"My twin sister."

Earlier that evening I'd had that feeling that I had met our hostess before. 
Now as she revealed herself as being the twin sister to the sexy stewardess, 
I discovered the small dimple identical to the dimple in Sonia's face.

(Sidenote to the reader: If that occured in a movie, mosts critics would 
have stated that the screenplay only used clich�s and that stereotypes don't 
make a tale, but this isn't a movie, it's a story which happened as a result 
of a group of contributors to ASSM/ASSD getting together.)

This all happened under the eyes of Mr. Yotna el'Toub, who still sat beside 
Sandra (whom I had forgotten about during the last few minutes) and yet he 
still didn't understand anything about the antics on our side of the table.

I understood that Yotna had a crush on our hostess...

"By the way, my name is Ana," she said.

...though my expedition under her skirt proved that her clit wasn't built 
like Mika's, I wasn't really sure if Yotna would still have serious interest 
in Ana, but ... WTF ...

Katka's look was demanding and inquiring but at this moment, I was evil. I 
didn't reveal any of the details I'd learnt by Ana's revelations -- I also 
didn't want to confess that my hand had found its way under the hostess' 
skirt, even though no fellow would have taken any offence. A thought came in 
my mind that I wanted to discover later on this in journey. To find out if 
Neptune and the Nereids were really approving our course.

Ana stopped rubbing Kenny even though she had caused so much trouble. 
Kenny's trouser looked like he had peed himself, both suzee and Officer 
Sherry looked pissed (and there was no pretty steward from the 'Fantasy' in 
reach to improve things!), Esu lost all of her *Perrier* she had ordered. 
And last but not least Katka didn't have a clue about the clit piercing Ana 
was hiding under her skirt. Nor did she know, that our hostess was the 
unidentical twin sister of the stewardess she had dominated during the Air 
Portugal flight in the deserted Business Class.

I smiled to myself when I considered the situation. Yotna and Katka surely 
would give a fortune to spend the night with Ana (but none of them would, 
since the 'Fantasy' would raise anchor just after midnight).


Foxy continues:

As the meal continued, my fingers found themselves attracted to
Yotna's thighs. They had a mind of their own as they started to stroke
them. I was a bit unsure of his reaction though because he didn't
really acknowledge me. He seemed to be in another world.

I noticed his smile when he scribbled something on a note and then folded
it before he threw it towards Esu. 'Oh my ... Had he told her?'

I did find him attractive but Esu was a good friend and she might not
like the idea of me fantasising about her husband. I'd better be
careful and watch my step. I didn't want to abuse her hospitality.

* * *

Yotna continues:

The furore at the table died down, oh well, at least Esu had my
message. What I saw next shattered that illusion; a waiter stooped and
retrieved a scrap from the floor, a little aeroplane shaped scrap.
Damn, all that, for nothing.

An odd sensation on my leg stopped my thoughts. Someone had just let
go of my thigh, I hadn't noticed the presence of their hand but the
cooling spot left by its retreat was unmistakeable. As was the look on
Foxy's face when I swung my head around to look directly at her. The
odd mixture of shock, shame and devilment made me laugh out loud. I
then winked at our wayward guest.

Now this was becoming impossible, I now had the attention of two
delectable women. On one hand I was flattered, on the other my 'pacing
plan' was in tatters; and I had communicated none of this to Esu. Well
as problems go it was an entertaining one, but nontheless, still a
problem.

* * *

Katka continues (as told by Franz):

After the baby cuttlefish in coriander sauce, Sandra and I excused
ourselves and made a trip to the restroom. We had to have some girl-
talk and since we were framing denny, we couldn't do this at the
table.

When we slid into the cubicle I was reminded of the night when I first
met Franz. Our first sex had happened at a similar place. Soon I was
kissing Sandra. I squeezed her boobs, which were bigger than mine and
she rubbed my back.

Soon she broke my kiss.

"We have no time now. Esu and I have made arrangements for tonight."

"What for 'arrangements'? I thought we all would spend the night
together ..."

I had to smile when Sandra told me what they were up to.

* * *

Franz continues:


I stand at the stern rail of the 'Fantasy', which was still anchored in 
Lisbon. It was a good while after 1 o'clock in the morning, our departure 
had been due for more than sixty minutes and I was concerned.

Sandra and I had returned to the cruiser together with Harvey and Lady 
Crystal in the first taxi ('cab' for the American English readers) and had 
watched the arrival of the second cab, containing the Gamera delegation 
together with Foxy, but afterwards the third car load brought Esu and Mica 
sitting on the back bench of the Mercedes limousine with denny. The first 
symptoms of problems, I presumed, heavy problems I concluded, since Esu and 
Mika were holding hands, when they climbed up the gangway.

When my digital watch showed 1:58 AM my nervousness increased. Katka still 
hadn't returned. I damned myself that I had agreed to take a different taxi 
than her. It happened as a result of the urge to reach a better economical 
use of the cars, so the providers of the trip had to pay less euros.

At 2:20 AM I realised that the 'Fantasy' still wasn't raising her anchors. I 
also became aware that Yotna hadn't returned. The cruiser wouldn't leave the 
harbour without its captain, that was for sure or was it?

* * *

Franz, Esu and Yotna continue:

Esu returned to the Fantasy in the taxi with Mika and denny. She had
certainly been surprised to see Mika when the vampire suddenly
appeared in the doorway of the 'Consenso' just as they were leaving.
Maybe she'd sensed that Yotna had disappeared, no one was sure but Esu still 
invited her to share the taxi with denny and herself.

As the journey progressed, Mika suddenly put her arm around Esu. She
was startled by her actions; after all, Mika had never seemed that
friendly before. Perhaps Esu had misjudged her though because by the
end of the journey she had a totally different opinion of her than
before.

They walked up the gangway together, Mika's hand in Esu's. denny
trundled along behind them. When they reached the deck Esu asked if
anyone was interested in a 'night-cap'. Mika declined saying that she
had other things to do but denny accepted the offer and they slipped
in the bar for a couple of late night drinks. They sat down together
and chatted for a while about the latest stories that were appearing
on the site but soon Esu noticed that denny was yawning. She offered
to see him to his cabin but he declined as he wanted to watch the
departure from the port. That seemed a nice idea so Esu agreed and
decided to return to her cabin to put on some warmer clothes as the
night-air was decidedly chilly.

It was nearly midnight and that was the allotted time that the Fantasy was 
due to leave the harbour. Esu returned to the deck and looked around for 
Yotna. She went up to the bridge which was quiet. Where was he? We couldn't 
sail without him! She returned to the deck feeling annoyed. 'He knew the 
time we were meant to be leaving. Sometimes he's so laid back, it's 
incredible.' Esu sat down near the gangway waiting to give him a piece of 
her mind when he would finally decide it was time to rejoin the cruise.

As she sat there and the time moved on, She began to get worried. Had
something happened to him? Was he hurt? He'd usually let her know if
he was going to be late; this did seem a bit out of character for him. Esu 
decided to walk along the deck for a while and try and calm her thoughts.

As she reached the stern of the ship, Esu recognised Franz and rushed
over to him. "Franz, have you heard anything? Do you know why we are
so late setting sail?" She saw his worried expression in the
moonlight. Franz looked into Esu's face before he answered. Her eyes told 
him, that she was in a similar mood to him.

"I don't know what happened. Katka hasn't returned on board yet and I
have spoken with the officer on duty. He told me that Yotna still
hasn't returned. He can't leave the harbour without the order of the
Captain. I don't know what to do. The officer has already called the
Consenso, but he was told that Yotna had left with the hostess and
another woman, a blonde, it certainly seems that was Katka."

This part of the harbour was almost silent, only small waves were
rolling over the Rio Tejo, caused by the weak wind, which was heading
towards the sea.

"It seems they all left together, but why? I guess I have to look for
the phone number of Sonia, the sister of the hostess. Maybe she can
tell me Ana's mobile number. Or do you have another idea Esu?"

"Should we go and look for them? They could be anywhere and we don't
know the island. I don't think Yotna would appreciate it if we called
the police. I was sure he would be back here when I returned though."
Esu sighed before adding, "Perhaps you should call Sonia."

Only seconds later Franz selected Sonia's number on his mobile. It
seemed to take hours until a sleepy voice answered.

"Yes? What's up?"

"Hi this is Franz, am I speaking with Sonia?"

"Mmm."

The flight attendant obviously had been asleep.

"This is Franz."

"Franz? Who? ... Oh yes, the friend of the blonde who forced her Ben-
Wa balls into me. What's happened?"

Franz answered her. "Well, Katka has disappeared. Apparently with the
Captain of the cruiser. It also seems that your twin sister is
involved."

"Ana? You've met Ana?"

"Yes. We had dinner in the 'Consenso' tonight."

"I see. I'll give you her number. Let me guess. No... I have a better
idea. Let us meet in -- let's say -- twenty minutes in front of the
restaurant. They can't be that far away. Ana often frequents the clubs after 
work."

"Okay, copy, twenty minutes," Franz answered and finished the call.

Franz took Esu by her hand and almost literally they flew down the
gangway. Franz stopped an on-coming taxi by jumping wildly into the
road.

The driver must have thought that it was a robbery because he shouted, "I 
have no money, take my taxi, but let me live!" and jumped out of the taxi.

"No, we need to get to the 'Consenso' immediately. It's urgent," Franz told 
him, but the man was already running down the street.

"Franz, what will we do? We have no time left for finding another
taxi!"

"Don't worry, I'll drive." He climbed behind the wheel and Esu sat in
the passenger's seat.

Franz noticed her reluctance and joked, "Don't worry; I know I have
to stay on the right side of the road."

The wheels whistled and made marks on the asphalt when he accelerated. Esu 
quickly fastened her seat-belt, she had a feeling that she was soon going to 
experience something akin to Grand Prix racing.  Franz must have taken 
several corners on two wheels because eight minutes later they arrived at 
the restaurant they had left only a couple of hours before.

The rooms of the 'Consenso' were dark. Only a few minutes later
though, Esu discovered a young woman who Franz recognised as Sonia.

She was dressed casually now, in very tight blue-jeans and a white T-
shirt which was showing off her peaked nipples, certainly firm because of 
the chilly air. When she was dressed in her uniform, her body inspired men 
to dream their most erotic fantasies, but now she looked as sexy as hell. 
(This statement is a typical sex-story clich�. No living man has ever 
visited hell, but I doubt if hell would be sexy!)

Franz introduced Sonia to Esu and vice versa and the two greeted each other.

"I hope this was not one of my silly little sister's ideas. I was so
relieved to go to my own bed early after being away from home for
almost two weeks," she said with an angry voice. "But I doubt if it's
any different. She's done silly things all of our life."

Franz smiled. "Little sister?"

"Sure. She was born twenty minutes later than me. Weird though, we're
twins but we don't have the same date of birth. We even managed
different birth years, since I arrived in the old year. See, my
sister's been late for everything all of her life," she chuckled. Her anger 
evaporating.

After some minutes they entered the night-bar. Some very attractive
ladies were sitting at the main entrance waiting for customers. A
second and closer look revealed that they weren't ladies at all but
transvestites. Under other circumstances Franz might have wasted a
second thought to hook up with one of them -- somehow the thought of a 
dressed up drag-queen fucking Katka with an all-meat-dildo aroused him -- 
but he would never allow a transvestite to come near *him* -- if it 
happened, he would kill him/her!

Most of them wore fishnet stockings and very short skirts with very
high heels and some of them had men hanging around them. Franz had his 
doubts if all of the men were aware of the fact that the ladies were false.

Ana and Franz went to the rest-rooms.  In the ladies restroom, two
blondes were snorting some lines of coke, while one man in a business
suit was kneeling on the floor. The man's head wasn't visible, because he 
was undercover; he had his head between the legs of one of the women. It was 
obvious, that both had dyed their hair and it was also obvious, that they 
were much younger than the guy.

Sonia browsed through the cubicles without success. Soon they were
repeating the procedure in the men's restroom, but with no better
result, apart from surprising a young couple who were making love.
There was no evidence of Yotna, Katka, and the hostess.

Sonia asked the barman if he had seen them but he shook his head. Just 
before they left, Sonia was  greeted by a young woman in a black
leather outfit with very short hair, so short that in the dimming
light the woman's hair colour wasn't determinable. The woman gave a
kiss to Sonia and pinched her nipples.

Sonia was reluctant, but allowed the woman's tongue to intrude inside
her mouth. Esu and Franz didn't understand, since both women spoke in
Portuguese and the music was too loud to hear anything anyway.

Five minutes later they were outside. Franz tried again -- for the
27th time at least -- to call Ana's mobile number but without success. Sonia 
told them, that the woman, who kissed her was a former
schoolmate of the twins and had seen Ana together with a very
beautiful young girl and an English speaking man in the *Rua do Norte* in 
*Bairro Alto*.

"I think there are two possible clubs they could be at," Sonia said.
"The 'Adega Machado' or 'Captain Kirk's', a 1970's revival ..."

"That's it," Esu exclaimed.  "I will punish him for a month at least.
I won't even let him do the dishes during the live matches of Chelsea
FC in the Champions' League! He can watch and support them instead!"

Franz turned his head so Esu couldn't see as he tried to stifle his
laughter.

"We will have a look into the *Adega* anyway, since it is nearer and
we're walking past it."

Soon the odd group entered the building with the number 91 on the
door. A bouncer tried to hold them back but Sonia called out,
"Joaquino, have you seen my sister?"

"Madra dia, Sonia, I haven't seen her for a week at least."

The *Adega Machado* was very traditional in its style. It was a restaurant 
which served dinner, but once it became midnight they allowed 'select' 
visitors from outside onto the premises.

It was a special night, a one-off concert was taking place in this club 
tonight, but pitifully neither Esu nor Franz realised this, they were far 
too concerned about their respective loves. Mariza, born in Mozambique but 
raised in Lisbon was singing 'Montras' when they arrived. She had became 
known world-wide, when she had sung a duet with Sting in the opening 
ceremony of the Olympic Games in 2004, but tonight she was singing with 
Cristina Branco. The fado of both singers was traditional and followed the 
style of Am�lia Rodrigues. Tonight's appearance was very special though. 
They were both on stage, but it wasn't merely a duet, rather a singing duel 
of two of the best contemporary fado singers ever. All in all, it was a once 
in a lifetime event, something like Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park, but 
even Sonia didn't realise this.

The night had been a surprise act, very much improvised, and no recording 
was made (although one of the guests was broadcasting the whole act by his 
mobile phone to a friend, but the authors of this story don't know if it 
will ever appear as a MP3 on a website on the dark side of the web!)

Fado is a mixture of African slave rhythms with the traditional music of 
Portuguese sailors and Arabic influence. It is characterized by mournful 
tunes and lyrics, often about the sea or the life of the poor.

"Um dia normal,
Como a brisa que sopra do Rio,
Ao fim da tarde,
Em Lisboa afinal."

(All in all it was a normal day.)

Esu and Franz seemed amazed by the music but they were on a mission. They 
watched Sonia speaking with the maitre d', a very good looking man in his 
mid-thirties.

Sonia told them that Manuel hadn't seen her sister. Manuel was the son of 
one of the most wealthiest entrepreneurs in Portugal and was
working only as a result of boredom and his admiration of the music
style.

Some minutes later, they returned to the street.

Esu said, "It isn't that chilly anymore." Indeed, the wind had calmed
down totally and the temperature of the autumn sun which was stored in the 
walls of the buildings was now returning to the streets of
Lisbon's centre.

It was only a short walk before they reached  *Captain Kirk's* in the
building with the number 21 painted on the door.

Franz' eyes followed two girls dressed in very wild coloured mini dresses. 
They wore matching 1970's style shoes with high platform heels and their 
arms were wrapped around each other, Their pretty asses swayed sexily and 
for some seconds Franz forgot why they had come here. He watched them walk 
away until one of the girls pushed her companion against a car and began to 
kiss her passionately.

Esu snapped her fingers in front of Franz's face and her comment, "Men!" 
brought him back to reality.

"Yes, you're right, Esu. That's shocking. Unbelievable. Simply
impossible behaviour," he said. "Like the cheapest sluts on Harbour
Street."

Esu chuckled before boxing him playfully on his chest. They entered
the club and as they passed the bouncer, Sonia stopped before giving
him a kiss on both of his cheeks and talked to him but neither Esu or
Franz could understand a word of what she said.

"Obregato," they heard Sonia say and then Esu & Franz followed her
into the disco.

Esu stood and looked at the movement of bodies swaying to the music.
She scanned them carefully and turned and whispered to Franz, "Look
over there."

Yotna jostled happily on the crowded dance floor, he was back in his
era when music was music and men were - often covered in glitter and
eye shadow. Not the Yot I hasten to add, no, even then, he was into
fringe and prog rock and the Tull appealed a lot more to him than the
charts.

But Yottie was surrounded by nubile youngsters and dancing fit to drop to 
music he would have sneered at when it was released. Having just completed 
his rendition of 'Tiger feet' Yotna was puffed. He was
thinking of a sip of beer and a small break when the infectious sound
of Village People burst into the room. Over the first chords of YMCA
Yotna shouted to Ana. "Who's the girl dancing on the plinth, she keeps 
smiling at you."

"Oh, Tina is an old flame, in both guises - first as Tony, then as
Tina." She grinned.

"Sorry, you mean Tina is a transvestite?" Yotna asked unbelievingly.

"No, a Transsexual, a shemale - which is... Interesting."

Yotna let this information sink in as he curved his arms into a rough
'C'. He knew JT's little but influential brain would wake up at this
news. Sure enough he felt the swelling head press into his thigh as he 
reared partly up. Now as an aside, few women are aware of the odd
evolutionary fact - that men have two brains! They will often say 'Why does 
your brain always move to your cock at time like this?" this is an error - 
one brain is always in our cock - only occasionally it falls asleep; but not 
usually for long.

Just as now, a wakeful brain cock could be a problem, for it could
think things that Yotna's head brain would rather it didn't. This had
happened a few times during Yotna's teens when his cock brain decided
a bit of mutual masturbation sounded fun. Now this brain had no
concern that the person offering this was the same sex as him. Plainly his 
cock brain had decided that a different hand other than his would be an 
interesting prospect. Yotna's head brain had considerable problems with this 
for a while, but JT's brain won out in the end.

This teen experience had been limited to mutual jacking off, but it
had prevented Yottie from feeling homophobic. Cocks in certain
circumstances could be entertaining. The thought of a woman endowed
with one had for a long time appealed to JT. Yotna that is the brain
at his other end felt more ambivalent, but not appalled; after all he
was never going to meet one was he? As this oddly erotic thought
shuttled between Yottie's two indecisive minds two things happened at
once.

Firstly his arms fanned out to form an emphatic 'Y' and secondly
Yotna's eyes caught sight of Esu and Franz on the opposite side of the room. 
Esu's face was set in a pose he had last seen on a Bust of Queen Victoria. 
His left arm became heavy and swung down letting his eyes drift over the 
face of his watch. The fuzzy hands displayed the time 3:05. Somewhere in the 
back of Yottie's mind he knew this was a
problem. "Excuse me for a moment Ana; I must use the little boy's
room..." Before she could reply Yotna was - gone.

He sat on the toilet in the cubicle trying to remember what he should
be doing, and why it mattered that he wasn't. Sometimes as Esu said
Yotna lived his life too much in fantasy. FANTASY! Oh my god, he
thought, we should be on the high seas by now. Yottie was just about
to go and hand himself in when the door of the cubicle swung in
towards him. Ana stood before Yotna, her skirt was hitched up, and his eyes 
were drawn to the thick gold ring that bulged between her
sumptuous labia.

He tried to speak but although his mouth was open, no words were
forthcoming. JT broke cover and decided he would attempt to burst
through Yotna's straining fly.

"Aha, JT is pleased to meet me again... It would be rude not to give
him a kiss, European style." Ana grinned and bent forward and gripped
the tab of Yottie's zipper in her mouth. In one fluid motion she drew
her head down and freed JT, he flung himself through the gap in
Yotna's boxers, and nodded his head without shame. Ana kissed his
shaft, first on the left side, and then the right, finally she lowered her 
open lips over JT's purple dome.

He recoiled against the glorious sensation of Ana's flexible tongue
wrapping itself in swirling circles around his girth. Suddenly not
having a heart attack took priority over sailing anywhere. Yotna could feel 
his heart hammering against his rib cage, either he was going to explode or 
his heart was; no two ways about it. All thought, even thought of his 
eminent expiration stopped when he heard the door of the toilet open. Yotna 
wanted to close his eyes, this was going to be so embarrassing, he had never 
been caught 'in flagrant' before.

Ana stopped her performance and looked up from Yotna's glistening
knob. "I knew you were interested, so..." As her sentence ended Yotna
noticed the new arrival. Tina stood behind Ana, and with a lascivious
wink she withdrew her cock from her bulging hot pants. Yottie was
amazed how she managed to keep something that size a secret out on the dance 
floor. Without a word Tina snuggled between Ana's buttocks, and Ana sighed 
as she is filled. Her head lowered and Yotna's cock was re-acquainted with 
the warmth of her mouth and the attentions of her muscular tongue.

Yotna was too shocked to do anything but react with lust which
increased when Tina scooped a generous breast from her T-shirt
tweaking the nipple between her long nails. Yottie whispered urgently
in Ana's ear "I need to have you, now!" Immediately his knob was
exposed to the chill air of the bathroom. Ana eased herself off Tina's meat, 
and straddled Yotna, swallowing his with one push. Yottie's knob revelled in 
the soft caress of Ana's body, before feeling an odd pressure against its 
underside. His closed eyes fly open. From Tina's new position and expression 
it is clear that the head of her cock is wedged in Ana's anus. Yotna asked 
the obvious question, "Can you really take us both?"

"It's been a while, but I exercise - so it should be OK." Ana replied.

"You, you exercise..." Yotna asked between gasps.

"With dildo's, a girl has to be prepared. Oh! Harder Tina."

Tina responded with a strong thrust that mirror Yotna's, he felt the
beginning of the end arrive, for the very next time Ana's cervix hits
JT he will... His world explodes, from somewhere within him he pours
out into Ana's pounded body, not once or twice, but on five
consecutive thrusts. He slumps against the toilet seat and opens his
eyes just in time to see identical expressions of passion on both
Ana's and Tina's faces. There is one final slap of Tina's balls
against Yotna's before the room fills with their joint sighs.

Behind Tina, Yotna sees someone even more familiar, a grinning if
somewhat bemused Franz, stood framed in the toilet's doorway.

Esu stood behind Franz. She obviously couldn't have seen what was happening 
but she knew from Franz's chuckle that something was going on. She pushed 
her way into the cubicle and looked with amusement at the array of naked 
bodies crammed together and then she saw him. "Yotna. We have a steamer 
waiting to leave the port. Our guests, all patiently waiting for you to take 
control. What do I find? You. Under the influence again. I think we are 
going to need another Captain, one that can remember the timetable."

Esu turned around, hugged Franz and then said, "Let's go".

Franz looked bewildered. "But we haven't found Katka yet."

The copulating triplet hadn't withdrawn their respective bodies from each 
other, but it was Yotna who said, "The last time I saw her she was moving 
her body on the dance floor like they do during an African marriage ritual."

"She what?" Franz and Esu both asked spontaneously.

"Oh... She was dancing with some very dark Africans from Angola or 
Mozambique ... I dunno, since I didn't look at their passports."

It was Franz who stormed out of the restroom but Esu had no clue whether his 
actions were due to a jealousy drama or whether he was worried about Katka.

"Yottie, you were bad tonight. Instead of caring for your guests, you ..." 
It was obvious that she was seeking for the appropriate words, but then she 
rushed away following Franz who had in the meantime reached the dance floor, 
where indeed Katka was dancing with two very dark Africans. Or more exactly, 
she was sandwiched in between them and if it wasn't for her dress, Franz' 
first thoughts would have wondered, if their cocks were inside her or not. 
Anyway, cocks weren't visible when he arrived and looked into Katka's 
surprised eyes.

"Hi, what you're doing here?" she asked.

"You had to catch a ship, honey, almost three hours ago," Franz answered. 
"So I guess that's my question. What are *you* doing here?"

Katka was far too grown up to blush and too drunken to lie, when she stated, 
"Learning Portuguese and improving the international relationships."

"I'll teach you a foreign language," Franz called out, not really angry but 
rather relieved, that he has found his girlfriend unharmed. He had been 
really afraid, that something had happened, when she and Yotna hadn't 
returned to the cruise ship. "Certainly it will be Greek! I'll teach you 
discipline..." He slapped her playfully on her ass.

"_Jawohl, Herr Obersturmbannf�hrer_," Katka answered. Franz slapped her 
again and then pushed her from the dance floor, gently but not allowing for 
further hesitation.

Esu and Sonia reached him to help him with Katka, but the two Africans had 
already shrugged and turned away, towards some other young girls. After a 
few seconds they already had forgotten about Katka. The small group went to 
the exit where they waited for Yotna and Ana.

"Did you actually consider that we thought something had happened to you, an 
accident maybe or even a crime?" Franz asked the luscious blonde, who even 
in these early hours looked like a goddess. Her ultra short and super sexy 
dress revealed almost everything without really showing anything and was far 
from appearing smutty.

"Well, we..."

"Yes?"

"Yotna phoned the First Mate, who told him, that the departure must be 
postponed for several hours because of a bad weather warning. The 'Fantasy' 
won't leave until eight in the morning."

"Is this true?" Esu asked her husband, who at this moment appeared with Ana. 
Ana still looked somewhat awkward, since she hadn't time to freshen her 
makeup, but emerged from the restroom freshly fucked. At least both Yotna 
and Tina/Tony had used condoms so she wasn't in any danger of letting their 
cum drip out, but her hair was uncombed and her dress dishevelled.

Yotna nodded and said that his order to the First Mate had been to inform 
all passengers about the delay and that he also begged him to let Franz and 
Esu know about the little excursion he had in mind. (It was the later in the 
day, when Esu and Franz realised, that neither of them had checked the ships 
intra-net or noticed the notes a steward had put on their beds.)

Ana and Sonia didn't follow the conversation but they were talking in 
Portuguese and their voices had got louder now and they apparently were 
disputing something. Eventually Ana stamped her right foot, turned, and 
left, slamming the door behind her. Sonia shrugged before commenting, "She 
is so immature sometimes." Then she followed her sister.

Franz reminded his friends that he still had the keys for the taxi, which 
was `acquired' earlier that evening and after a short discussion he and 
Yotna agreed that the best idea was to return to the 'Consenso' and take the 
cab back to the harbour.

The two young girls who had been kissing when Franz and Esu arrived weren't 
kissing anymore but were now fucking.

"Armageddon must be near, when sex is committed so shamelessly in public and 
women have sex with each other like rabbits," Esu stated.

The small group stopped and watched them. The receiving girl was bending her 
upper body across the bonnet of the car, while the giving girl was ramming a 
strap-on in the receiving girl's (fulfilling a typical sex story clich�) 
apparently tight pussy. Soon the two girls realised that they were being 
watched, but they were rather turned on by this and increased both the pace 
and intensity of their fucking, which at least the receiving girl affirmed 
with moaning at an even higher noise level.

"I only wonder, where they got the strap-on. I think it is weird they took 
it into a disco," was Yotna's comment.

"It looks like Katka's," Franz answered. He saw Katka blush and continued, 
"I don't wonder at all. Not anymore."

* * *

Ten minutes later they bade their good-byes to the twins and climbed into 
the taxi. Franz drove them back to the harbour without any further 
incidents, even though Esu and Yotna were making out on the back seat and 
Katka was masturbating next to him. He had difficulty concentrating on his 
driving (and finding the way back to the harbour) and they arrived back at 
the ship when the first signs of the dawn were visible on the horizon.

Franz locked the car and gave the key to the guard at the gangway, who had 
received orders to take the keys to the harbour master. He also wrote a 
short note for the taxi driver, telling him where he could collect the keys 
from and put it behind the wiper blade.

Esu and Yotna had already disappeared under the deck and when Franz got on 
board he asked Katka, "Do you think she will put him in the coal bunker for 
the rest of the journey?"

Katka shook her head. "I don't believe it. The last thing I heard Esu say 
was, 'And now, my captain, you'll have to prove that you're able to bring 
the main mast of this old sailing ship back into the harbour.'"

Franz smiled. "I am so fucking horny as well."

"I am too," Katka answered. "And besides, I think Sandra is already waiting 
in our stateroom. Let's figure out some fun with her."

"Oh no, honey. You've had fun all night. I guess, Sandra and I will be very 
creative by thinking about some appropriate charges for you."

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